Monday, August 13, 2012

THINGS I LEFT BEHIND Poetry by Jessica C., age 7

Things I Left Behind

My hippo.
Its belly-button is soft.
Its nose is black plastic.
Its chest holds a green heart
And when I squeeze it, it squeaks.


Sky blue.
There are eggs and flowers
printed all over it.
I spin it in the rain.
The sprinkles drip on it
And land on the grass.
At home I get into
the bathtub
and  shake the umbrella
and the rain falls off.

Teddy Bear

I didn’t name it.
It’s brown and furry.
Its eyes are black.
When I look into its eyes
I see only black.

About the Author

Hi, my name is Jessica C. I am seven years old. I live with my mom and dad in San Francisco. I am good at drawing. I want to be a botanist when I grow up. My favorite book is When We Were Very Young by A. A. Milne because it has lots of poems. If I were part of a plant I would be a petal because it’s soft. I was born in China but I moved to San Francisco when I was three. I speak Chinese at home with my family.

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